Lance’s words echoed in Fiore’s mind, their meaning elusive and unsettling.
“That’s how it’s supposed to go,” he added, his tone almost detached, as if speaking to himself.
Fiore furrowed her brow, confusion stirring in her chest. “What do you mean, it should be that way?” she asked, but Lance wasn’t looking at her anymore. His eyes had drifted away, distant, as though he were caught in some internal struggle.
“You should rest,” he said, his voice suddenly firm, yet weary. Without another word, he stood up and disappeared into the woods, leaving her alone by the crackling fire.
Fiore remained seated, her thoughts chasing each other in circles. What had Lance meant? Did he not want to betray her? She couldn’t make sense of it, and the longer she pondered, the more unsettling it became.
